I have not written in a while because life happens and I have been beyond busy. And I also have not had a lot of medical situations that needed addressing. After my last surgery things were really getting better. I was just having normal, after-surgery pain. Well things have once again hit the fan. I don’t like to live a normal life, so this is good.
So, about two weeks ago I started to get that pain in my left side again. I don’t have the proper tools, or drugs to handle this situation appropriately so I decided to pay the love of my life Dr. S a visit.
I did miss her.
Anyways she was like,
“Hey Kels, figured it out… guess what… you have
Pelvic Floor Dyfunction.”
What. The. Eff. Is. That.
I was baffled
Is this like erectile dysfunction? Can I not get a female erection? What does that mean? Do females need that?
I am so confused at this point asking Dr. S for pills to harden my female lady parts.
She’s like, “No Kels, You have to go to physical therapy for 12 weeks for this.”
You have to do what Dr. S. You are telling me to do what for how long.
I have had physical therapy on my back from a really bad car wreck I was in.
Please dear baby Jesus that this is not the same thing. They are going to do what to my what.
I went home in tears, naturally because that’s one of my more prominent emotions now a days.
And I looked up this PFD. So I know you might google it to figure out what I am talking about but,
Pelvic Floor Dysfunction refers to a wide range of issues that occurs when muscles of the pelvic floor are weak, tight, or this is an impairment of the sacroiliac joint, lower back, coccyx, or hip joints. Symptoms include pelvic pain, pressure, incomplete emptying and gross organ protrusion.
I knew I was unique but, 10% of people between the ages of 20-40 get this.
Guys get this too.
Not quite what physical therapy they have to endure but I know for 100% fact it’s not the same as mine.
And if the therapy doesn’t take, surgery number 3.
I did not want to do this. I did not want this. I don’t want this.
But I really, really don’t want another surgery.
I am currently on my 2nd week of therapy.
I have created some rules of what I can, and cannot do while I am there:
1. Don’t ask too many questions. You really don’t want to know. Don’t ask. Just listen, shut up, and do it.
2. DO NOT. DO NOT make eye contact. Even if she does. Don’t. You’ll hate yourself.
3. Actually do the stuff at home that she tells you. This isn’t a game.
I really was debating talking about this because I don’t mind all the ovaries and the tubal removal and the visits and the surgeries but the therapy.
This puts the cake on the weird things that happen to me, and some weird things happen to me. Even over ripping my pants at my job interview, at the job I currently work at.
That’s a whole other story.
I will say, If you are going through this and want to know. Ask. Or if you are curious ask. I am trying to normalize something people go through but because of what it is, we can’t talk about it. That’s ridiculous.
The one of the biggest problems we have in life is feeling like we have to go through things alone because we are too embarrassed to talk about things.
If you think I am not embarrassed, you are crazy. This is beyond embarrassing. I cry about how embarrassing this is because I feel like wow something is seriously wrong with me. And there is. But I am trying to fix it.
I don’t want to feel like I am dealing with this alone or that I have to.
So, my name is Kelsey Appleyard. I am Infertile, and I have Pelvic Floor Dysfunction. And that’s okay.